Aneira just tightened her hold on her ice weapons at the boys tone, crouching down low to the ground like she might spring up and flee at any moment. Her heart was pounding in her chest but she put up the toughest front she could manage, though her fear-filled eyes gave her away. It wasn't the women that scared her; it was the boy. She could see hate and fury when she looked into his eyes and it made her want to run as far away as she could.